[NARRATION]    And so back at the hotel   Our angel again arrived   But this time he went up the front steps   Which, of course, led him inside   (it's one of those things that architects   Conveniently decide)     Now hotels are quite like people   No two exactly the same   And this one had such a magical past   The angel found himself quite entertained     The foyer still had an elegance   That the years could not disguise   And the shadows of christmas eves long disappeared   This night, still gently glided by     For in this hotel, here side by side   The past and the present dwelled   And the ghosts who lived here not only lived   They honestly, lived well     The lobby had a steinway piano   That was steeped in memories   And some said duke ellington's fingers   Still lingered on those keys     There was a grand palace ballroom   Where princesses had once waltzed   Whose beauty and sense of style   The newspapers would constantly exhault     The ghosts of rockefellers and vanderbilts   Still met at their christmas eve charity balls   Raising money not for themselves   But raising it for all   (and the sound of their children laughing   Still echoed in these halls)     Now these spirits of course, could not be seen   By any human eyes   But each one smiled at the angel   When they saw him walking by     And these ghosts reminded the angel   How every human waiting to be born,   And every life that had already left   When it was tired out and worn     Were connected by those alive right now   Which gave the living quite a trust,   To pass on what was best and good   Inside of each of us     Now within each guest room he heard many hearts   And behind each heart there was a life   And the angel carefully read them all   With the next hour of that night     When he reached the grand palace ballroom   It was behind closed mahogany doors   And when the angel was passing by it   He could hear music begin once more     It seemed that since this room was built   Musicians did permanently reside   And then the angel did what we all would do   He went to look inside     And there he found such a majestic orchestra   To please all, it would be enough   But then someone plugged a guitar in   And the volume, it crept up     So with a song inspired by mozart's   Famous "queen of the night"   The orchestra added the word, "winter"   And some notes, some fog, some lights     [QUEEN OF THE WINTER NIGHT]    [Instrumental]